October 1932
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um o r KING’S BUSINESS . . . B y M artha S. H ooker
4. The feeding o f the five thousand? 5. The healing o f the blind man ? 6. The resurrection of the Lord Jesus? 7. “Let not your heart be troubled” ? - 8. The story of a wedding? 9. “ I am the vine, ye are the branches” ? 10. The story of tbe crucifixion? Your Money B y A melia P rice A yres You sent the money across the sea That bought a Bible for young Sing Lee, And young Sing Lee, when he’d read therein, Proceeded to turn his back on sin. Then he rested neither night nor day Till his brother walked in the narrow way, And his brother worked till he had won Away from their gods his w ife and son. The woman told o f her new-found joy, And Christ was preached by the happy boy. Some of the folks who heard them speak Decided the one true God to seek. It wasn’t long until half the town Had left its idols o f wood and stone. And the work’s not ended yet, my friend. You started something that ne’er shall end, When you sent the money across the sea That bought a Bible for young Sing Lee. The Stars A little child lay in her crib, crying be cause she was afraid o f the dark. Her fa ther in the room below heard the sobs and came up and said, “What ails you, my dearie, and why do you cry?” The child said, “ Oh, Father, I am afraid o f the dark. Nurse says I am too big to have a light, but the corners are full o f dreadful blackness. Oh, Father, why is it so dark? Why,cannot it always be day?” The father took the child in his arms and carried her downstairs and out into the night. “Look up, dearie,” he said in his kind voice, “ look up and see the lights, God’s little lights.” The little one looked up and saw the stars sparkling in the dark sky; bright as candles they burned, and yellow as gold. “ Oh, Father,” cried the child, “ what are those lovely lights?” “ Those are stars,” said the father. “ Those are God’s little lights.” “ But why have I never seen them be fore?” . “ Because you are a very little child, and have never been, out in the night before.” “ Can I see the stars only at night, Fa ther ?” “ Oilly at night, my child.” “Do they only come out at night, Fa ther ?” “ No, they are always there, but we can not see them when the sun is shining.” “ But, Father, the darkness is not ter rible here. It is beautiful.” “ Yes, dearie, the darkness is always beautiful if you will only look up at the stars instead of' into the corners.” “What time I am afraid, I will put my trust in thee” (Psa. 4 :8 ). — S elected .
ittle S ister , they say your finger is sore.” “ Yes, it is.” ; “Which one is it?” “ This one that is swollen.” It looked as if there might have been a splinter in it, but since I could not see one, I put on a poultice, expecting that the fin ger would soon be well. Little Sister had come with her aunt to- a two-weeks’ Bible class. Several other Chinese women and children had ¿Iso come. The little girl, who was about ten years old, was a quiet, shy child. She usu ally played with the other children who had come with their mothers, or perhaps she worked at the task of learning to read her Bible. In the busy days o f that class, I quite forgot the sore .finger. Two or three days passed before some o f the women came to me with the alarming news, “ Little Sister’s finger is very bad. Red streaks are showing on her arm !” Red streaks 1 I knew what that meant. Only a few months before, I had been told the symptoms of blood-poisoning, when one o f our missionaries was rushed to the nearest hospital. That journey o f half a day delayed relief until it was too late to save her life. And now the Chinese women asked me, “ Can’t you do something to help this child ?” Did I dare take the responsibility for a case like this without having any expe rience at all? I f only a nurse or doctor were here! It was certain that if I refused to help, some one who knew less than I would be called in—some one who probably *China Inland Mission. ■
would pierce the child’s flesh with long, ugly, dirty needles. This sort of treatment often proves to be worse than the disease. ' “What wilt Thou have me to do, Lord ?” I prayed. The women offered advice. W e prayed together earnestly, “ O Lord, Thou Great Physician, do Thou heal this little girl,” and then we set to work. She was a brave sufferer, patiently letting us cut the fever ish place on the finger, soaking the finger for hours in very hot water. W e worked and prayed. Finally the Chinese women, who had seen blood-poisoning before, said, “ The worst is over. She will get well.” How we thanked God for saving this girl’s life ! How happy we were to see her sitting on a bench in the sun, the ban daged hand holding the book as she stud ied! The day came when she had to go back to her home, far away in the hills. W e have never seen her again. W e believe that so far as she understood, she had put her trust in the Lord Jesus as her Saviour. Has she ever again had any one to teach her ? I do not know, but I know that no church or Sunday-school is within a day’s journey o f her village. Has she ever had another chance to hear o f the Lord Jesus? I do not know, but I do know that mis sionaries are all too few, while there are millions o f children in China who have never even had one chance to hear o f the Lord Jesus, as did Little Sister. Search the Scriptures In which chapters of the Gospel o f John do you find the follow ing: 1. The first miracle? 2. The second miracle? 3. The raising of Lazarus from the dead?
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